Chapter 602

The ghost's throat was dry, and his fingertips trembled as he stroked her soft face. "No, you haven't wronged me."

On the contrary, He failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband.

I didn't know what she wanted, I never really tried to understand her, and I never did anything for her.

Wen Xin's voice trembled slightly, "I...I shouldn't have..."

The spirit gently covered her lips, tenderly and accommodatingly saying, "You know, I am also Him. If you are willing to accept Him, you are also accepting me."

Wen Xin pursed her lips, sat on the jade steps in front of the altar, and rested her head on His lap. "But I can feel it. You are in a lot of pain, in a lot of pain."

The ghost lowered his eyes slightly, raised his hand to gently stroke her flowing black hair, and said slowly, "I just didn't react for a moment."

The air flowed gently through the shrine, carrying the subtle fragrance of sandalwood, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

But this was only on the surface, merely to reassure her that the turbulent undercurrents between Him and his other self should not be borne by her.

The girl suddenly murmured softly, "Brother, are you angry with me?"

The ghost shook its head. "No, never."

Wen Xin straightened up, her gaze meeting His without flinching. "But I don't regret it."

The ghost froze, as if its heart had been crushed alive.

He closed his eyes in despair and said hoarsely, "I know."

He was never the one chosen or favored.

Suddenly, his embrace was filled with warm, soft flesh. The girl's jade arms wrapped around his neck, and she leaned against him softly, her delicate voice making him surrender his armor, "Brother."

The spirit's body was extremely tense; for the first time, the usually refined and composed spirit was so at a loss.

“Ah, Ah Xin…”

Wen Xin rested her chin on His shoulder. "I don't regret it because I want to be a real husband and wife with my brother, and I want my brother to belong to me completely."

The ghost opened its eyes slightly, stunned by the girl's bold words and unable to react.

Her laughter was light and mischievous. "I know they're all brothers, but brothers are like flowers on a high mountain, unattainable. I didn't dare to do anything before."

Crazy Ghosts and Gods: "???"

So was he just a tool for the young bride to get the hypocrite?

This time, it's not the ghosts and gods that are about to collapse; it's Him who is about to collapse.

It turns out that He was the one who wasn't favored!

The demon ruthlessly suppressed his other self, his heart trembling as he looked at his beloved wife.

Is He the only one in her heart?

He had simply taken the wrong path, putting too much pressure and burden on her.

Wen Xin hugged His neck, kissed the corner of His lips, her eyes brimming with love, and said softly, "So brother, don't doubt yourself, okay?"

Ghost's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. Through the thin fabric of their clothes, their bodies pressed tightly together. "Does Ah Xin have feelings for me?"

Wen Xin blushed slightly and said reproachfully, "Brother is so silly."

His slender fingers gently pinched her chin. Their eyes met, and the hidden emotions in the ghost's eyes could no longer be concealed. He lowered his head and kissed the little bride who haunted his dreams.

Compared to their previous fleeting kisses, this time, their lips met, their breaths mingling.

However, compared to the other "He", even if the ghost was eager, his kisses were like a warm and intoxicating spring breeze, gradually enveloping and entwining her.

The girl nestled obediently in His arms, responding softly to Him.

It wasn't until the belt around her waist was removed, her sleeves slipped down, and her skin touched the cool air that Wen Xin came to her senses and shyly hid in His arms.

"elder brother……"

The spirit gently placed her on the altar, one arm around her, the other supporting her on either side, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "Ah Xin... is it alright?"

Wen Xin's pretty face flushed crimson. It wasn't that she was unwilling, it's just...

"Brother, this is the altar."

That's too bold, too outrageous.

Still, still indulging in lewdness in broad daylight!

Looking at the gentle, holy, and divine spirit on her body, Wen Xin felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Her previous words weren't just to coax Him, but were genuine. Every time she looked at Him sitting on the altar, the tender feelings in her heart were overshadowed by guilt, and she hesitated, not daring to blaspheme Him.

"Shall we go back to my bedroom?"

The ghost chuckled and kissed her, "The shrine was also my bedroom, Ah Xin. We are husband and wife, we should eat and sleep together. What's wrong with this? Besides..."

"Didn't Ah Xin ever think of blasphemy here?"

Wen Xin: "..." She didn't, she's not, don't talk nonsense.

His laughter grew even more joyful. "But I think..."

"..."

The girl gasped softly, biting her lip in embarrassment, "Brother!"

He... He actually bound her hands and feet with iron chains... Ahhhhh, how could He do that?

O gentle and holy goddess!

One by one, the garments slid down from the altar, and the once cool and sacred shrine was now filled with a soft warmth, making the lotus flowers on the incense table appear even more delicate and beautiful.

When emotions ran deep, Wen Xin hugged his neck tightly, her eyes glazed over, reflecting the man's handsome face, which was filled with passionate adoration and possessiveness.

In a daze, she couldn't tell whether the one holding her and indulging in ecstasy was her gentle and warm brother, or the wicked and domineering Shang Heng.

The ghost breathed softly in her ear, "Little bride... Ah, He is right. I am hypocritical. I want you so much. What He did is what I longed for most in my heart, but I pretended to be a gentleman and never admitted it. I thought I was giving you respect, but it was actually my own arrogance."

So it's no wonder she was so close to "He"; it's because He hadn't given her enough emotional support in the first place.

But, "I love you..."

His love for her was no less than that for his other self.

Wen Xin's eyes welled up with tears, and she buried her face in His shoulder.

“I don’t think you’re bad, and I don’t think you’re aloof… Brother, I once thought that marrying into this family was hell, but it turns out to be a blessing in disguise. I’m so happy to have met you, and I really like you so much.”

The ghost held his wife tightly in his arms and kissed her passionately.

His Ah Xin, His little bride!

...

It was late at night and the dew was heavy. Wen Xin was curled up in her warm quilt and sleeping.

This afternoon, she had a moment of weakness and ended up fooling around with ghosts and spirits in the shrine until dark.

In the end, she simply didn't have the energy to feel shy or ashamed; she was just exhausted.

However, before she fell into a deep sleep, she strongly requested that He send her back to her own bedroom, politely declining the invitation to stay overnight at the shrine.

If she stays here, will she be able to sleep well?

Last night I had to soothe the crazy one, and this afternoon I had to soothe the gentle older brother. Even an iron body couldn't take it.

If she hadn't spent the previous month in the old house taking good care of her health, and hadn't been so well-nourished when she was intimate with Him and his wife... well, anyway, apart from being mentally exhausted and a little sore, she was fine, not so weak as to be unable to hold on.

After all, she seems to be someone who practices absorbing yang energy to replenish yin!

I can't think about it anymore, it makes me blush and my heart race.